Scene: Bat man stands atop a high vantage point in J-Tech City, overlooking the distant skyline, his cape billowing in the wind. The shadows seem to cling to him as he speaks softly into the night, a mix of conviction and sorrow lacing his tone.

"I used to believe that justice was black and white. That we could draw the line between right and wrong, light and dark. But the truth... the truth is far messier than I ever imagined."

He clenches his fists, his gauntlet creaking under the pressure.

"Super man... Clark. Once, you were the symbol of hope. The unyielding light in a world drowning in shadows. But now, you've become something else. Something I can’t recognize. The multiverse bends under your will, and those who oppose you? Crushed, erased, like they never existed. You call it order. I call it tyranny."

He pauses, looking toward the horizon as the city lights flicker like stars.

"Then there’s the Flawless Military. A force with enough power to reshape worlds and rewrite destinies. Rogexial, Xion, Roxas... Dexter. They’re not villains, not in the traditional sense. They’re doing what they believe is right—just as I am. But their methods... their reach... it’s dangerous. Unchecked power always is. And I can’t ignore the lives reshaped, the people erased, the timelines fractured because of them."

He exhales, his breath visible in the cold night air.

"And Lobo... I see your fingerprints on everything. The subtle manipulation, the quiet whispers that turn friends into enemies, allies into adversaries. You think I don’t notice? I do. And I’ll stop you. One way or another, your strings will be cut, and your influence will burn."

His gaze hardens, the resolve in his voice sharpening like a blade.

"The Justice Armada may have forgotten who they are. But I haven’t. They’re still my friends... my family, even if they’ve lost their way. I’ll save them—even from themselves if I have to. And if it comes to it, I’ll take down Clark. I pray it doesn’t. But I’m r